Secretly, the Order Bureau and the All Secrets Order are at daggers drawn, but on the surface, both maintain a facade of civility. Hence, Nesanel greeted the welcoming party with a smile, opening his arms towards the leading man.
"Fabien! Duke of Fantasy of the All Secrets Order, long time no see!"
Fabien's age seemed similar to Nesanel's, but his white hair and wrinkles were more prominent, giving off an inescapable sense of age. Draped in a dark green cloak, deep, dull silk interwoven with luxurious gold thread, marked with the emblem of the All Secrets Order on the back.
"It has been a long time indeed, Nesanel."
Fabien also smiled as he greeted Nesanel, giving him a gentle hug. His smile was sincere, suggesting that there were still friends of the Order Bureau among the All Secrets Order.
"However, I am no longer the so-called Duke of Fantasy," Fabien glanced at Ossana and continued, "I'm now just a humble Order Officer of the Ancestral Council."
